Death To The Angel Formally Known As Me

I have gone this path
The surroundings are familiar
There is something chilling about this place
There is too much hatred in this mirror,
It is me and at the same time
It is not me at all
This reflection of me
Is all of my emotions in a ball,
The eyes are dark red
The face too shadowed to see
Revenge, hate, turmoil
Is what I shall turn out to be,
No more love now
Just rivers of aggression
Too much anger in this cage
No need to try supprression,
I am letting the Demon out
Time to stop getting stepped on
Next person to backstab me
Is six feet down,
There are no more friends
No more loved ones
Everyone is an enemy now
My soul is dead, over, and done.